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The Last Immortal

There was no one to see what had happened, no one to see the living shadow that
haunted these lonely cliffs, no one to ever know that the pilot hadn‘t died out here with
his fallen craft.
There was no one there, no one except the five enemy space fighters flying high
above the turbulent waves, their sharp-edged wings tinged silver by the setting sun. At
last satisfied of the destruction of their last prey, the fighters shot into the high vaulted arc
of violet sky, trailing contrails of dark smoke as they disappeared into the rose-tinted
clouds.
And the thundering ripple of their engines echoed triumphantly over the sea.
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